Summer.
It always seems the same for me. My friend and I dip in his pool, sunbathe on his roof, I argue with the ice cream truck lady for being stingy, we make incoherent music together using toys r us leavings & take meaningful polaroids to remember our youthful days of sun.
Now summer feels different.
Full of affairs that fizzle out quickly, remarkably priced vintage designer boots that don't fit, neurosis & people going...never staying.
on repeat in my head-
Dance Yrself Clean-LCD SOUNDSYSTEM
